Melt Down The Knives

Hide the keys inside of the book

Bleed, but not in the leather boots

Start the night with quoted lies

Stash the pieces at lover's aisle

I can't keep sleeping in your mat

You can't begin to keep your tired eye

Melt down the knives

You'll make it out alright

None are made out of moss

Just a cent towards the light

You got to make it yourself

Don't just hang unto someone else

If you can't keep through

Tack with someone new

Don't waste a cent and don't talk with sassy ears

Don't waste a cent and don't talk with sassy ears

(There is some more for you)

(Sassy, sassy, sassy, sassy)

Melt down the knives

You'll make it out alright

None are made out of moss

A cent towards the light

I see the sun rising and lovely

Talking llamas that will murmur an onion

They record your weakly contour and

They produce a mount of things to admire

Melt down the knives

You'll make it out alright

None are made out of moss

A cent towards the light